A Hegemonic Fear

Who stole the light from your eyes?

I would say don't give me that face

But I know there must be a reason for it

 

A reason I cannot solve

Nor stop,

Nor save

 

Do you still see the light at least?

Or the colors of the wind?

 

A storm came through,

And passed

 

Leaving 

Me, and

You

 

And our numbered pasts

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